The last boy who kissed me
Called me an abandoned building.
Perhaps, the way my inner thighs creaked
When he walked through my doors drove him away.
He did not listen to me speak
My voice was dusty air making him sick.
He did not accept the guilt, in exchange for my innocence
My truth was a dusty corner making him cringe.
In my rooms he discovered the colognes of too many men.
The stench of aborted dreams and rejection lingered in my beds
But he was only concerned that they had never been lain in.
He mopped my tongue like a kitchen floor
Desperate to remove the relics of every meal before him.
He was the only taste in my mouth.
He wanted me to burn down so he could renovate me.
He put me in pain so he could save me.
He set fire to my walls
Hoping to put out the flames with my tears.
So I wept kerosene.
There is no saviour more sacred than a woman's body ablaze.
He looked into my eyes, and could not find the love he was searching for.
I could not tell him where I hid the love he was searching for
My voice was dusty air making him sick.
The last boy who kissed me called me an abandoned building.
Then
He abandoned me.
- Doeyoh Pentey
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